The Harbor [Post here first]

[Panna Cotta]

She was finally in Sahova. The wind brought an evil foreboding as it clashes to the shore, moaning and wailing. The communicator golem, cylindrical body and metallic head, faced Atrina after dealing with a few body traders. Wagons of unconscious humans was lifted into a horseless wagon. To Atrina's surprise, it moved on its own.

"Welcome to Sahova, Atrina," the communicator golem's voice was cold and impersonal, calling her attention. "Should you wish to be escorted to the Citadel you must first apply for permission. What business do you want to conclude in the island?"

[Atrina]

"I've come to see... An acquaintance I suppose. He only arrived a few days ago, I think." Atrina spoke quickly from under her hood. She was finally away from the monster that was the sea, only to know she was entirely surrounded by it, and was now being confronted by not only so many super-natural occurrences. Everything, and now this unexpected confrontation, were giving her a headache. "I apologize if I'm a little unfamiliar with local customs. I assure you though, that I have no ill intent, or much intent at all for that matter."

[Panna Cotta]

It was folly for Atrina to claim that she did not have any particular business in the island. It did not help that she did not drop her acquaintance's name, the Communicator would have recognized it. Even so, it would have been irrelevant. The Ethaefal she wanted to meet was not exactly favored in Sahova. Besides, it was not custom for people to drop by and visit apprentices. Ill intent or no, the wizards were too paranoid for something like this.

Atrina was then labeled by the communicator golem a Loiterer, a Pulser allowed to visit Sahova just to be sent to the Rubellum Chamber. She was allowed to ride a magical wagon to Sahova, and she had to find a way to fit herself among a heap of well-preserved corpses.

OOCYou may begin a thread with Nimvahlis if you like.

[Vick]

310 Av, Spring 12 The captain did not look at Vick like he did his crew mates. It was a look of distaste almost as the young child just kept to himself as the boat travled in the sea. They were almost to the island yet no one asked him many things when he told them he wanted to go to Shaova with them as they had to pick something up. He just held his pack to his chest as he did his best to keep relaxed and the tears from his face. His parents had disowned almost on the spot yet that could be the fact it was not his body. It was still a childs body around the same age but far from the little child they owned. It was a child that lived not far from him, he was never his friend nor even knew the name but he knew the bags under his eyes and how his tongue was slightly darker turning black. He did not know how his parents saw him for what he was so quickly nor did he question why his sister gave him the gold she saved up and told him to flee. Yet he did not think hard about it as the first mate spoke to him at last. "Kid, we are here. Time to go." The words were short and to the point. He did not give them his name as he stood at last moving with him. The island held something uneasy about it as he made his way down looking around the docks. His ears picking up sounds of what sounded like wheels before he saw something that looked far off then anything in the world he had seen before. After it spoke he spoke at last towards it. His voice soft like a rabbit dealing with a fox. "Umm...I wish to learn more of my magic...I was told to seek out this island... I am Vick and I wish to apply for permission to go to this Citadel." So he waited unsure of what was to come. Maybe he would die now or maybe something else was watching and pulling the strings in his world.

[Panna Cotta]

So young and so innocent. Vick was just a boy, people would say. But age can never be a yardstick for the measurement of one's soul. So young and so innocent.

He arrived from the forthnight's journey from Zeltiva. The ship he that took him to the island of Sahova pitied him and allowed him a ride in their trade vessel. They were dropping off three other slaves as well, humans whose faces and names Vick could care less for. Vick set foot on the Docks together with the first mate and the cargo, and after dealing business with the Communicator golem, it was the young Nuit's turn to proclaim his intent.

He was met with a cold impassioned droning voice. Everybody went to Sahova to learn magic, as if it was any better than the University of Zeltiva. Vick, however, race aside, made the right choice to run towards the only place that would welcome the undead. And in Sahova he would be welcome. So young and so innocent.

Vick has yet to learn how to become a wizard. He rode one of the magical wagons together with a few crates of cargo and they rolled the vast still terrain in front of them. There was no sign of any living creature, at least, none visible.

The Citadel, looming ahead. Intimidating. Welcoming.

When he arrived, a voice sprang into the air. It had a recognizable female gender, but there were soft traces of a golem's mechanical voice. "Welcome to Sahova, Nuit. My name is Drainira."

OOCYou may start your flashback thread!

[Rhynogruff]

510 AV Spring 29

Rhynogruff sat on a barrel at the back of the ship. He was on his way to Sahova, where he hoped he would be made an apprentice. Everyone he talked to about the place spoke very ill of it, and he had to admit that the island did look very foreboding. He felt an enormous presence of Djed emanating from the island. It was as though someone were squeezing his head.

The boat ride to the island was quiet to say the least. It seemed as though everyone made it a point not to talk to Rhynogruff, or look him directly in the eye; though, he did catch people staring at him while he wasn't looking. Ethaefal were a rare sight to behold, and for humans intimidating and yet strangely beautiful. Not to mention he towered over everyone on the ship.

It was late afternoon and the sun was a few hours from setting. Even though he hated the sun with all of his being, he hoped they would arrive before nightfall. He was bound to be greeted better in his celestial form rather then that of a hulking Jamoura. His thoughts were more clear as an Ethaefal anyway.

The boat came to a halt at the harbor. Rhynogruff grabbed what few items that he had with him and walked towards the docks. He thanked the captain for the ride and hurried off the boat. Rhynogruff couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the scent of rotting flesh when he set foot on the dock. Rhynogruff approached the golem and said with authority, "My name is Rhynogruff. I'm an Ethaefal and I'm searching for a master that can teach me more about summoning. I seek permission to enter the citadel."

Rhynogruff knew that there was was a university for magic in Zeltiva, but he felt that he needed the strict discipline that Sahova was bound to instill in him. He knew that what he was doing was dangerous, but so is magic. At this point, Rhynogruff didn't care... what else did he have to lose?

[Panna Cotta]

Ethaefals were a novelty anywhere, even in Sahova. The fallen disciples of Syna and Leth have occasionally found themselves sailing to Sahova in hopes of finding a way to rectify their fall from grace. And so, Rhynogruff was not the first Ethaefal to set foot on the island of the undead. He was not the first pulser to seek arcane knowledge in the Citadel.

His arrival was just another arrival. And so he was ushered to a horseless wagon filled with crates and jars of who-knows-what-kind-of magical reagents. Once cargo had been loaded, the wagon moved on its own, an automated vehicle that delivered goods and visitors alike to their destination.

OOCYou may proceed to the Vestibule, or start a thread of your own

[Corum]

510AV, fall, 70
The cold one had bought his way onto the ship, offering his tallents insted of his coin. He had taken several samples of choice plants, and offered them to the ship's captian as payment. He had also done this in the early morning, sitting on the side of the captian's bed with a dagger to his neck, ready to turn the man's body into something useful, in more ways then one. With the man's body, he could command the ship to take him to the island that was said to hold more like him. Luckily, the salior had agreed to take him with a shipmant of corpses he was to deliver anyway. And so Corum sat, next to a crate of the dead, for some ammount of time. Over that time, he cleaned and sharpened his blade, the one that had been used to kill him some fifty years ago, and inspected his fleash for decomposition. Otherwise, he simply sat for the time it took to enter the domain of the Nuit. Feeling the ship's movements come to a hault and the men of the ship comeing for their load, Corum stood amd made his slow way to the boarding plank, his eyes searching for the artificial creatures said to be working on the island. He liked the silence... it was far less annoying then the loud city docks.

[Panna Cotta]

The body merchants were quick and cold with their own business in the island. Selling dead bodies was a lucrative business if done right. The Sahovan golems who man the docks are capable of assessing the wear and tear on a corpse and may even deny a trade if the item was deemed useless. Bodies were one of the top imported merchandises in Sahova, because of the Nuits' need for body replacement. Corum would notice that there were a few living people, pulsers as Sahovans called them, who marched into the dock. They were shackled and chained, their eyes devoid of life and faces filled with anguish.

Out of all the corpse traders in Sahova, this particular ship was one that delivered their merchandise "fresh", which means the body replacement candidates were brought to Sahova alive, where they are then killed and prepared for embalming. The wise reason for this was because travel in the sea would cause the bodies to rot faster, especially if no embalming preparations were done on the corpse. Some merchants found that bringing living candidates increased profit by a slim margin. Morality was long out of the question.

Corum was approached by a Communicator golem, the same animated object talking to the captain of the ship. He was a Nuit, but he was not a Sahovan Nuit. The golem approached him and asked the standard question, "Do you wish to go to the Citadel?"

[Corum]

I would stare at the speaking animation, my eyes unblinking as they focused on it insted of the liveing. "Yes, alow me access to the Sahova Citadel." The thing had not asked why i wanted enterance, and as it was simply a tool i felt no obligation to be polite in it's presence. My mood would change when i spoke to more intelligent creatures. I gave the saliors a nod and stepped from the ship. Time seemed of no import, though i was slightly hesitant. I had never before met one of my kind... Takeing a moment to wonder what the others where like, and if i was even to be accepted within their ranks, i would await instruction from the golem.